Liquid Emerald Fire
…imagine your soul speaking these words to you.
The language of water I whisper to you. Nourishing leaves and fruits intimating the stories of roots, beneath the surface of what is plainly seen. Whispered by the remnants of a future time where silence has scattered it’s blessings like seeds on to the earth.
The language of truth is spoken, in the unbroken chain of destiny, birthed in to time by the unfolding petals of light. Like tears it falls upon your heart in gentle drops of liquid meaning to fill the chalice of our eternal soul.
This light, is the nectar of life from the great tree of our infinite provider, bestowing in the perpetual succulence of divine beauty. Drink deep of this splendor, drink deep of the nourishment of our soul and quench the empty longing that draws from the well of tainted waters.
Receive in to the vacuum of infinite void the complete measure of grace that is given you. Taste of its sweetness and gentle power with the palate of your holy desire. Touch it’s wetness to your parched lips and know its healing embrace.
For that which is given endlessly flows in a river that springs from our Source. It bathes you in love as her holy child and knows only of your perfection. Take refuge here in the warmth of our healing union, and be washed clean of the desert in your heart.
The language of fire I sing to you to ignite a smoldering passion. Anointed in the ash of dead desires, bereaved in the throes of transmutation. I am come, in a scintillating light shyly spiraling skyward, exalting the heart that has called me forth in your dream of destiny.
A fire of ecstasy in emerald green dances on the crown of your heart, burning ever brighter as you gaze in to your divine reflection. In its heat we rise together, each a fiery wing, ascending our single body of light.
I am your soul, you are my beloved. I have come to release you from the contracts you can not carry and reveal to you the perfection of our intricate design. And though eight swords may circle around you in a spinning wheel of mind, I can not be cut for I am the fire that does not burn.
Step inside of my transmuting passion and be free of the stagnated despair that putrefies in empty pleasures. Fall Into the folds of our sacred bond and rise with me to the white fire shining above time.
Be not afraid, there is no darkness with the power to make me recoil or extinguish my ascending light. My love sees all and knows the depth of your divine desire. To it I have pledged my undying compassion, to it I am eternally bound.
Your grandeur betrays not your meekness…as your silence betrays not your sound.
